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27: THE EMPEROR LOVES YOU❤️

Hi people! For a long while now we have been going all slow and steady, getting to know the characters and a bit of their circumstances. Now, we will be moving on to the real action. As they say, fast and efficient is better than slow and steady. Therefore, you will be seeing a new side to this story that will titillate your mind and leave you satiated. Please continue to support me with all your votes and wonderful comments and I in turn will keep bringing you beautiful entertaining chapters that you could adequately fall in love with. I still remain @OmaPhinaPhire with lots of Phire🔥 Love❤️. Peace out🌹

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THE EMPEROR LOVES YOU❤️

Things had been going well for her, extremely well that she had actually forgotten just who she was in this empire, who she was to the Emperor and how so little she meant to him. She stared at her two aides sleeping by her side, looking tired and exhausted. They had had about nothing to eat since the dawn hour. She sighed and tried to turn to her left. The sharp pain that her nervous system hit her with reminded her of the aching wounds on her back. She grunted as she tried to get into a more comfortable position once more. She began to cry, light streams of liquids that drifted down her cheeks like a gentle autumn breeze. She would never forget this, what she had to go through today and just who put her in that position. This incident had been a jarring reminder that she was still nothing more than a captive, a slave who was being manipulated and hypnotized by her captor. She couldn't really blame herself for having fallen for his antiques. She blamed him for doing this to her without no conscience. Oh damn the man! He was evil.

It had all happened exactly six long days after his departure. She had woken up to the faint orange light of dawn. She had sat up in bed, stretching and yawning for almost thirty minutes before lifting herself out of bed and journeying to the bedroom door. She had opened it and found her aides. Xiera had been asleep on the makeshift palette with a blanket over her. Her red hair had been practically scattered messily but attractively all over the whites of the palette. Vura had also been asleep on the ground near the door with her back to the wall. She had had her hands resting on one knee which was folded upwards and the other stretched out on the ground. She had woken up the instant the bedroom door had opened. Her eyes had met her mistress' whose eyes instantly shifted to her counterpart sprawled atop a palette, wallowing in the entrancing beauty of sleep.

'My Lady, Good Sunrise to you!' she had greeted getting to her feet.

'Good sunrise to you too Vura. I am very sorry to have awakened you,' she told the lady who shook her head a little bit sleepily at her mistress.

'No My Lady, you didn't wake me up. I am a light sleeper you know?' she told her mistress who smiled at her.

'Whatever Vura,' she told her. 'I would like a bath. I feel very unclean and uncomfortable,' she told her. Vura nodded as she bent and grabbed her sword holster which was by the bedroom door where she had been sitting and sleeping.

'I will get Hyeera for you My Lady. She was here about thirty minutes ago to check on you. She was the one who left your blinds open. I'm sure that was what must have woken you up, the lights that seeped through the opened blinds. You are sensitive to them,' she mumbled.

'Oh, they did wake me. But Vura, I never once told you that I was actually sensitive to the morning lights,' she said to her in a questioning tone and large suspicious eyes that had Vura jarred quickly awake to defend herself.